This is how Sunday Mornings go. I lay in my bed till 11:30 and my parents think I'm sleeping. But usually I'm not. Like right now I'm creating a blog. But five minutes ago i was silently crying my eyes out. DO they know this? nope. They think that i am sleeping and having happy dreams. as i lay here crying i hear the happy sounds of half of my family. yes only half of them are in the house. And lets be real, they are not the half i want to be in the house. i mean i love them and all but at this moment i have no desire to be in cedar park texas. there is only one place i want to be and it is somewhere i NEVER thought i would want to live but if my parents walked in right now and said pack everything we're moving to utah...i would jump for joy and start crying happy tears because that is where i want to be. in utah where the people i care about the most have escaped to with half of my heart.
most people cant live without half of their heart, but i've had lots of practice and over the past eight months, i have gotten used to it.
Back to sunday mornings, dad just walked in to remind me that instead of having an hour and a half to get ready for church, due to daylight savings, i now have thirty minutes. GREAT just what i need to top off my morning.
so now i get dressed in YOUR clothes, and do my make-up how YOU taught me and put on my happy face. and go to church and talk about the dance last night, and no one suspects that i dont want to be there because i put on a really good show!
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